His Love

I wish that I could give the world His love,

Not a system of belief,

But the Man 

Himself.

For I am cradled in his kindness.

My home is in His heart-

And though I wander 

O’er the earth

My pillow a stone,

My shelter rain,

I am at home

In Him.

It makes me think of those

Who have no home

In the love 

Of One.

It makes me want to wrap them up

In the harbor of my heart,

To clothe them with acceptance,

Peace, truth, and kindness,

And to free them, 

Like birds

To the belief that they are loved,

How is it done, I wonder,

When I, myself, 

Am yet like sparrows?

It seems so little to love.

And yet it, so often, has been 

The only thing I had to give.